Problem With the New JobYou did not hire me. Your manager did. To say that the interview was easy is an understatement. He overheard me asking an affiliate a few intelligent questions. Then he introduced himself and said, “Do you want the job?”

When I agreed he said, “The owner of the company can be a little scary but most of his employees like him once they get to know him.”

I was working out of the satellite office. One day I walked into the main office and you were there. I did not find you scary. You followed me across the office and stood about three inches away from me when you said, “Do you work for me now?”I quantified the problem as, “I am attracted to the boss and I think that he is attracted to me too.”

She gave me a cliché piece of advice. I agreed with her and resolved to avoid you.

Your Bad Personality

In your own words you have a, “bad personality.”

You have an interesting way of communicating about this. You manage to somehow divorce yourself from it. It is as if there is poor innocent you and a bad personality has simply attached it’s self to you. Try as you might, you cannot rid yourself of it...

I replied “yes” and walked away brusquely.

Once safely out of earshot, I pulled out my phone and called a female friend of mine. I explained that I had found a, “problem with the new job.”

I quantified the problem as, “I am attracted to the boss and I think that he is attracted to me too.”

She gave me a cliché piece of advice. I agreed with her and resolved to avoid you.

No One Manage AlexI could not avoid you entirely because, let’s face it, you owned the place. Shortly after our initial brief encounter you decided to explain to me how the office ran. You did this with everyone and routinely did it yourself rather than delegating it.

I don’t like being told what to do. This is true of most people but it is likely a touch pronounced for me. It bothers me. I had been warned of your temper but had not seen it.

I wasn’t afraid of it at all, merely curious about it.

I waited for an opportune moment to make an extremely snide and sarcastic comment. When I did the office fell silent. You and I locked gazes.

We remained that way for an indefinite period of time. Seconds? A full minute? More?

I don’t know. But I didn’t look away. Finally, you laughed.

The office looked confused. I felt that I had won. And still do actually.